The Golden Child
Author: Lea
Summary: When Buffy has a dream of Angelus destroying the world, she decides to take it into her own hands and leave Rome to go see Angel...What if her dream was right, will she be able to stop him.
Category: Angel: The Series AtS - Season Five
Characters: Angel, Angelus, Anya, Buffy, Connor, Cordelia, Dawn, Ensemble, Faith, Fred, Giles, Gunn, Lilah, Lindsey, Lorne, Spike, Wesley, Willow, Xander
Rating: NC17
Genres: Drama, Crossover, Horror, Sci-fi, Angst
Warnings: Violence, Strong Sexual Content, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Character Death
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 2560
Published: 10/12/2005
Updated: 10/12/2005 -
Completed: No
This is one of my very first fics...It used to be called New Today but now is being revised! Thanks to my beta, Zo and Amy (dark secrets) for helping me out and looking this over
Chapter One:
(The beginning of the end)
Angel sighed slamming the oversized book down he got up from his desk and moved into the adjacent room. He had not thought of the shanshu prophecy in a long time; then Spike came back from the dead and Wes had mentioned that having the two souled vampires around changed the prophecy. Realizing that now it wasn't only him that was running for humanity, made him angry.
A loud growl escaped his lips and he tore off his black t-shirt and headed up the small staircase to his room. After reaching his room, he slipped off his socks and shoes and entered the bathroom. Stripping off the rest of his clothes he entered the shower. Leaning down he turned on the hot water and sighed at the warm spray of water trickling down his chest. An image of his soul mate flashed in his mind and he closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were forming.
Why was Spike back? Were the powers playing a horrible trick on him? Reaching down he reached for the shampoo bottle and started to lather his hair. Were they trying to destroy him? Was this Wolfram and Hart's plan all along? Was he just their decoy, while they planned for what they really wanted…Spike! His shook the horrible thought out of his mind and finished rinsing his hair. Grabbing the white towel off the counter, he slipped out of the shower and dried himself off. Moving into his bedroom, he searched for his black pajama pants and headed to the kitchen for a container of blood. After heating his blood, he headed back to his room and slipped in bed, his brown eyes stared off into the city and a frown appeared.
******Break*****
Buffy entered the huge law firm. Her eyes widened as she watched the many demons and humans scurry through the building. After finding no one at the reception desk, her hand grasped the arm of a tall, grey haired man who was walking by.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell me where Angel's apartment is?"
The old man smiled at her, his greenish eyes searched her mossy eyes and a sad look crossed his features. "Everything will turn out for the best my lady, I promise you that."
Buffy blinked and gave the old man a strange look, his arm lifted to her face and his scaly hands cupped her cheek.
"Turn right and follow the stairs to the top, his room is the only one up there. I'm sure you'll feel him. Take care my child." and with that he left her standing alone.
She shivered from the feeling he gave her, but ignored it as she fixed her shirt and followed his instructions. After the many stairs she found his door. Then stood there for ten minutes staring at it blankly. She didn't move. What was she going to say? What would he say to her when he found her there? Taking in a deep breath she opened the door to his apartment.
It was dark and very cold inside; she shivered and put down her suitcase and jacket. Seeing a light on in the room to the left, she slipped off her shoes and followed the queasy feeling in her stomach.
She peeked through the small opening of the door and she saw the gorgeous sight of her ex lover's sleeping form, she watched him, happiness filling her heart. Her lips curved into a huge smile and she gasped slightly at his beautiful form. Her greenish eyes caught his grumpy look she frowned and started to remove her shirt and pants.
Walking silently toward the large bed she pulled the red silk covers down away from his body. His hard muscular chest caught her eye and she swallowed hard. What she was doing there? She really was not sure why she was there or what she was doing, but in that moment her body relaxed a little and she took the plunge and slipped under the silk covers.
She sighed softly as the satin sheets rubbed against her half naked body, she shivered it had been way too long since she had felt such luxury. Turning her body over, her arm slipped around Angel's waist and she leaned in her lips pressing softly against his forehead.
Angel's lips curved into a small grin and he moaned. His eyes stayed closed and she wondered if he was dreaming of her. Her lips pressed softly against his temple this time and I love you escaped her lips.
Within seconds his eyes were open a confused look crossed his features, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he blinked again, making sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Buffy?"
******BREAK*******
Spike stood at Angel's doorway, he had watched the beautiful goddess enter the building and up to his sire's room. He was curious as to why the slayer was in LA and in Angel's bed. Last time he had heard, she was in Rome and didn't want anything to do with Angel. He licked his lips as he caught a glimpse of her silky soft skin, peaking through the red sheets. Man, she was hot. His cock that was a second ago limp, erected at the sight of her. He moved closer trying to hear what she was saying.
"Hi!" She chirped, her head moved toward his neck and her tongue grazed softly across his cold skin. "Miss me?"
What the hell was going on? Was he hallucinating? His hand moved slowly toward her and he brushed his fingers along her arm. She's real? She feels real. He thought and moved in closer. Her vanilla and strawberry perfume filled his senses and a low grumble slipped from his lips.
"Buffy?"
Her face lit up, her eyes sparkled under the florescent lights and she lay her head on his shoulder, trying to get as close as she could. She still didn't really know why she was there. Only a few hours ago, she was at home, in Rome.
When the *First* was destroyed she had decided to reside in Rome. Willow, Xander, Dawn, and Faith followed her and they rebuilt the Watcher's council. Giles had gone to England trying to recover as much as he could from the Watcher's council to transfer it there, but also to see if anyone survived the bomb. They had been happy. Willow was head of the magic department. Dawn and Xander were training as Watchers, and Faith was the new slayer, and she, well, she was normal, living her life as a student at the University of Italy.
For some reason, she had decided that she was going to help out with the new evil in town. Her and Willow were checking out a new magic shop in the small town they had stopped at. Everything was great, Willow had found what she needed and they were just about to leave, when the sales clerk, an old woman, had said something to her that she couldn't believe, not ever...
"Buffy?"
Angel's raspy voice startled her out of her thoughts and a long suppressed breath seeped out of her mouth. "Angel, it's me." Her hand reached toward his face and her small fingers caressed the lines of his cheekbone. She became aroused at the electricity shooting through her veins and she averted his eyes to the small picture of Angel and a baby boy on the nightstand.
He watched her silently; he was worried at her appearance in Los Angeles. He had talked to her two days ago and she was fine. He lifted his hand, brushing her bare shoulder with his fingertips.
"I missed you, I needed to see you." She moved in, her body aching for the closeness.
"What's wrong? What happened?" She relaxed at the concern in his voice and he brushed her long blonde hair away from her face.
"I…I, nothing, I just kind of had a bad dream, needed to see you, that's all." She moaned and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into him, rubbing her back lightly.
"What was it about, love?"
She shivered and tears formed her eyes. She looked at him sadly and laid her head in the crook of his neck. She whimpered kissing his neck softly.
"It felt so real, Angel, so fucking real," she sobbed, her body shaking franticly.
Angel held her tight putting his head into her hair he kissed her rocking her gently.
"It's alright beloved you're okay now, you're safe with me." He said soothingly.
She stared at him blankly.
"I don't know about that." Her voice was full of fear and he swallowed hard, his brown eyes watched her intensely.
"They killed you, it was so real Angel, and it felt so real, I watched it happen."
He looked toward the ceiling and then back to her. "Who, what?"
"I don't know who, it didn't show me, but someone here, and I saw Spike." She rubbed her forehead, "Which means I shouldn't think it is true because, Spike' died."
Angel grunted pulling himself up so he was sitting. "Actually it's true, he's here Buffy. He showed up a while ago. He's a ghost and that necklace is his connection." Angel waited for her to freak and she opened her mouth but caught something in the corner of her eye.
"Spike?"
"Hello love." Spike smiled and wandered over, standing beside her.
Angel growled and hugged her tightly, making her gasp. He lessened his hold on her and glared at his childe.
"Spike, I umm didn't know, are you okay?" She pulled off the covers, slipped out of the bed, and stood. Instantly she reached out to touch his face; he smiled but did not move.
"Won't work love, I'm not really all here, you know?"
She looked at him sadly. "I am sorry Spike for this, for what you had to do...Thank you."
He smiled and looked at his sire. He could see Angelus' rage coming out; he snickered and touched her cheek. "It's alright, not bloody likely for me to be at peace, right? So they bring me back, a bloody ghost and I have to deal with him." Spike snarled and pointed to Angel.
Buffy looked at Angel and realized he was watching them closely. She sat down, looking at the ground. "Spike, could we talk later, I need to speak to Angel alone, please?"
Spike nodded and walked through the wall not saying anything.
"Why didn't you tell me? We talked the other day."
He could see the anger rising in her and he sighed loudly. "I umm, I just didn't want to burden you."
"You didn't tell because you didn't want me to worry? Fuck Angel, you didn't want me to come back because of him, because of us!" She growled and sat back down on the bed.
"Angel, I would have found out sooner or later and you can't keep him from me, we're friends I care for him." She said her arms crossed aggressively around her waist, anger filling her hazel eyes.
"I think that it was a prophetic dream, there were things I dreamt of that I probably shouldn't see. Things that have already happened, what I dreamt, they have came true." She whispered.
Angel coughed and sat up more, waiting for her to continue.
"I dreamt about this witch, she told me that my mate needed me, that you were going to be destroyed, that your other half will become as one. She was not very certain what the half was; I am assuming Angelus, but if that is true then you will... "
He grabbed her hand pulling her toward him, "That won't happen love, I am safe, and you're safe."
Her eyes filled with confusion and a small smile formed his dry lips. "My soul is safe, Willow and Lorne they fixed me, the last time Willow came to help us, when Angelus was out...And, well…We can make love." He stuttered. His dark eyes searching her hazel ones.
She gasped and tears formed in her eyes. "Are you sure? Because the dream…"
"Yes, safe as houses." He whispered reaching for her he grabbed her waist and pressed his cold lips to her warm ones.
"No, it was real, that's why I came, we saw her, the witch in my dream, Willow and I, yesterday. She told me he will be free and the world will end, she said it has already started. I'm scared Angel, if you are cured then how will he get free, we need too find out more."
It was silent for ten minutes as Angel stood and dressed.
Grabbing Buffy's hand, they left the apartment, heading to his office. As they walked to the lobby, Harmony followed behind.
"Angel, the gang, they went to find some demons, you need to go, they need help."
"Okay, what were they Harmony?" Angel asked and Buffy stared at her, wondering what the hell she was doing here.
" Mohra demons or something like that." Harmony answered, her eyes never left the small slayer's form.
******Flashback*****
"I'm guessing that expression isn't because they were all out of fresh OJ at the deli. What happened? "
"Nothing happened. I just.." He sighed
"Where have you been?" She asked curiously
"I went to see the Oracles. I asked them to turn me back."
"What? Why?"
"Because more then ever I know how much I love you"
"No. No, you didn't."
"If I stay mortal one of us will wind up dead. Maybe both of us. You heard what Mohra said."
"Mohra's gone. We killed him."
"He said others would come."
****end of Flashback*****
Angel stared at her and gasped for an unnecessary breath as the memoriesof the forgotten day flashed through his mind.
Buffy noticed and ran to him. "Angel, what is it?"
"Mohra demons, we need to go."
Buffy stared at him not moving. "What are they? What's going on?"
Angel's deep brown eyes looked at her sadly and he opened the cabinet reaching for his axe and a sword for Buffy. "The end of days are coming."